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About Catania

So, brothel—dodgy place, yeah? Been around forever, like, Romans had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy word, eh? *wiggles eyebrows* Walls scratched with rude drawings—blokes never change! *giggles, spills tea* Oi, that’s hot! Anyway, this one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada, brothel there, legal-like, had a pet parrot. Bird swore like a sailor—hilarious! “Who’s a pretty boy?”—not you, mate! *flaps arms like wings*

West side: Noble quarters

Then, I hit up the local café, Bar Pasticceria, for a quick pastry. I’m thinking, “This’ll make my day better.” I order a sfogliatella, and the guy behind the counter looks at me like I’m speaking Martian. Dude, it’s a classic! Finally, he gets it, and I’m like, “Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.”

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